I am haunted by you like a ghost in a frame
and by the silence that constantly calls to me in the night
in the quiet places, the hidden parts of my existence
I see your face in the shadows of my dreams
over and over I awaken in fright
alone and ever lost in your possession
always searching for the echoes of your shadows
© Ann Bagnall

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